Roz: Well, she must have been very good. I mean, obviously, look at you.
Daphne: Yeah. Gloria's very empathetic, because she had a similar weight problem. Only she didn't have anyone to help her deal with it. She had to battle it alone for years.
Niles: She didn't have a boyfriend she could blame?
Daphne: Is there something you want to say to me?
Niles: No.
Frasier: Well I've got something to say. I would like to propose a toast.
Daphne: I was very lucky to have someone like Gloria at the spa.
Niles: Yes, usually you have to go all the way to a hair salon for that kind of insight.

Frasier: I've nothing else to say. Niles, I love you. And I love Daphne. I just hope the two of you can work this thing out together.
Niles: No, wait, don't go, don't go. Help me understand, why is everyone acting like I've done something wrong? The only thing I am guilty is loving Daphne, and that's all I've ever done.
Frasier: Yes. Yes, and how did you love her? From afar. You were never in love with her, you were in love at her. Now, you've been given a chance to experience her in a real relationship and yet for some reason, you're resisting it. Rather than see her as she really is, you keep holding on to the fantasy.
Niles: No, that's not true.
Frasier: Niles, the woman gained sixty pounds, and everyone in the world saw it but you. All you ever saw was a perfect woman in a red dress.
[Niles takes a moment to process this]
Niles: Okay. If you're right - and that's a big "if" - why would I do that?
Frasier: Maybe Daphne's not the only one who's afraid she won't measure up. Maybe you're afraid, too. After all, if it turns out she's not perfect, then there's a chance things won't work out. Then not only will you lose Daphne, but you'll have wasted the last seven years of your life chasing an illusion.

Roz: I gotta call my mother. She is gonna get such a kick out of this. [on the phone] Mom? Hey. Remember that story you used to tell me when I was a kid? You know, it was about the little girl and her grandfather? Yes, well, I just got it published. What? Well, you never told me that. Okay fine, just forget I called. [hanging up] Well, you can put that away.
Martin: What happened?
Roz: Apparently I just sold my publisher... "Heidi"? I better get over there and let him know before he... [answering the phone] Hello? Oh, hello, Scott. I know, I just heard. Weird, huh?
Martin: Hey, tell him about Eddie.
Roz: Ssh. [on the phone] I'm so sorry. It was a movie, too?

Daphne: Oh, thank you Dr. Crane. But I still have to be careful what I eat.
Frasier: Yes, yes, of course. And to that end, actually, I have a little surprise for you in the fridge.
Daphne: Oh, you didn't have to do that. It's not some of those low-cal dinners, is it?
Frasier: Just go look.
[After Daphne rushes into the kitchen, there is the sound of a pig squealing]
Daphne: That's hysterical.
Frasier: It's called the "Refrigerator Pig". It's this little plastic pig. He's got a recording in its belly. Every time you open the refrigerator door, you'll hear his scolding squeal.

Patient: So, you don't think I have a germ phobia?
Niles: Not at all. Just a healthy sense of personal hygiene. Ah, here's the number of the man who cleans my telephone. The best in Seattle.

Roz: So, how 'bout that toast?
Roz: Oh, good idea.
Frasier: Right. To Daphne, your warmth and spirit have helped make this place a home. Your influence can be seen in a thousand different ways.
Niles: Unless, of course, one's wearing his love goggles.
Daphne: That's it. Niles, I think you should go.
Niles: What?
Daphne: I want you to leave. Right now.
[Niles looks around for support, but everybody agrees with Daphne. Niles exits. Daphne runs off to her room and Roz follows after her.]
Martin: [to Frasier] Nice call on the "Refrigerator Pig".

Niles: Hello, Daphne.
Daphne: Hello.
Frasier: Dad, what do you say we head out for dinner at the steakhouse?
Martin: The steakhouse? Really?
Frasier: What the hell. The blood's just been flying through my arteries lately.

Niles: You okay?
Daphne: How could I be, after that horrible thing you just said to me?
Niles: Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I just want to show you I see you the way you really are.
Daphne: And who I am is a bad cook, is that what you're saying?
Niles: No, no, no, no that's not fair. I- I thought this was what you wanted.
Daphne: Well it still hurts. I have got my feelings, you know. I thought you loved my cooking. Well, you certainly could have handled this better.
Niles: Well, then... I don't know what you want. I can't read minds, you know. And by the way, neither can you!

Frasier: So, how are things with you and Daphne?
[Niles sits perfectly still with his coffee cup raised and a placid smile across his face.]
Frasier: [to the waiter] Thank you. Niles, is everything okay?
[Niles slowly blinks and turns his smiling head towards Frasier]
Frasier: Ah.
Niles: You know the best part, Frasier? It wasn't at all like I imagined it.

[After Niles tells Daphne he doesn't think she's a very good cook:]
Martin: What the hell is he doing?
Frasier: Uh... Well, we're off.
Martin: God bless you, son!